is only one meter two or three tall, wears a one-piece monkey suit, and carries a monkey's small schoolbag on his back.

"Ah, ah, I ......"

The little monkey looked at me in horror, his mouth wide open, and he tried to scream as hard as he could, but his throat was filled with hoarse and unpleasant mutilated syllables.

I frowned and made a sign language with my left hand.

The little monkey couldn't understand my sign language, but kept gesturing in his own sign language, making a hoarse call from his mouth, and his little face was flushed and his breath was short.

I used sign language to silence the little monkey, but the little monkey screamed louder with all his might, and his body was spasming.

The mutilated syllables were rapid, harsh, and heartbreaking.

This kid has aphasia.

That is, language dysfunction in children.

I slowly crouched down with my middle finger in front of my mouth and motioned for the little monkey not to speak.

Then, I stretched out my right hand and gently pinched the little monkey's Adam's apple with three fingers, and then raised the little monkey's right hand to touch my Adam's apple, and whispered: "One!" ”

The little monkey looked at me strangely, his eyes full of confusion.

I remained silent, raised the little monkey's left hand and put it on my right hand, and said again: "One! ”

The little monkey still looked at it strangely, and the spasmodic and convulsive bones of his body slowly soothed.

Undeterred, I pinched the little monkey with my left hand and tapped it lightly, and continued to repeat: "One! ”

After repeating it more than a dozen times in a row, the little monkey's eyes changed when he looked at me.

From strange to confused, to surprised!

As I continued to repeat the repetition dozens of times, I felt the tremor of the little monkey's right hand.

He felt the vibration frequency of my vocal cords!

I'm a little pleased.

This child with aphasia is very smart!

Then, I continued to repeat the phrase so that the little monkey's right hand could fully feel the frequency of the syllables of my vocal cords.

At the end, the little monkey's hands became more and more shaky, and his eyes were full of surprise and disbelief as he looked at me.

As the sound of my chanting continued, the little monkey's mouth squirmed, and the vocal cords of the throat rose and fell with my rhythm.

The more I read it, the redder the little monkey's face became, the shorter his breathing became, and the more excited he was when he looked at me.

After chanting hundreds of times in succession, I felt that the time was ripe, and I held the little monkey's right hand with my left hand and stared at him with a fixed gaze.

Take a deep breath, open your mouth, and speak softly: "One! ”

It seems to have been encouraged by me, and it seems to have telepathy, and it seems that the little monkey himself has been looking forward to it for a long time.

He tensed to the tightest of his body, and with all his strength, followed the rhythm of my vocal cords, trembled for a long time, and a syllable popped out from between his teeth.

"One!"

The simplest syllable of this word came out, and the bones of the little monkey's thin body were almost broken, as if all the strength and courage in this life had been exhausted.

The corners of my mouth turned up, I nodded silently, met the little monkey's timid gaze as a sign of encouragement, continued to breathe deeply, and spoke slowly.

"One!"

This time, the little monkey was a little too forceful.

The moment he inhaled violently, his whole body spasmed again and leaned back, his hands as stiff as iron and cold as ice.

I pursed my lips and shook my head, took the little monkey's hands, and demonstrated deep breathing, then pinched each other's vocal cords and continued to pronounce.

"One!"

"One!"

"One!"

When the little monkey successfully completed the standard pronunciation of one word, I gave a thumbs up and showed a smile: "I." Child teacher. You, what's your name? ”

The little monkey immediately tensed, his mouth opened wide again, his chest rose and fell incessantly, and he called out with great difficulty: "I...... I...... Wildly...... Prime ......"

I motioned for the little monkey to stop, was silent for a few seconds, and then took his hand again and pinched my vocal cords and put it on his Adam's apple.

"Two!"

I spent the whole afternoon teaching baby monkey pronunciation. Just from one to ten, it was taught until the evening.

It wasn't until the little monkey raised his watch to say goodbye to me that I realized that the sunset in the West Mountain had changed from golden to light ink.

It took two hours to clean the room, fix the bed and door locks, and clean the stack. I sat quietly in my chair and silently looked out the window.

It's been seven years, and this should be the first time I've seen the bright neon lights of the city, and the first time I've felt such a surging and disgusting fireworks.

In the afternoon, I was not so much teaching unknown little monkeys as I was teaching myself.

For those seven years, in the cliff cave, there were three whole years, and it was all myself talking to myself.

There was a time when I was almost completely speech-free.

In the hardest time, if I hadn't thought about her, I would have almost given up!

If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have survived.

The deeper the night, the more uncomfortable I became, and the more I missed her!

In the middle of the night in the city, it became more and more noisy, and even if the curtains were closed, the laser neon still illuminated me and I couldn't sleep.

And the sound of traffic, horns, and all kinds of noise, which were infinitely amplified in my ears, like thunderstorms.

All of this reminds me that I have been disconnected from the world for too long.

Thinking about what happened during the day made it even harder for me to sleep.

At eleven o'clock, there was a sudden knock on the door that made me jump out of my chair like a spring.

When I opened the door, I saw a pair of wolf-like stars staring at me coldly.

"Futon."

"Eat."

"Bus card. Metrocard. ”

"Bus No. 125, 259, 202, Metro Line 2, get off at Guozijian Station."

The black face of the board is still the zombie face carved by the knife, and the tone is still cold and concise.

Something was left at the door, not in the slightest with water, and I didn't wait for me to say thank you, turned around and left.

However, the strange thing is that he took two steps and turned back: "Remember to pay me back." ”

I took the money out of my bag and said, "Thank you." ”

Goli glanced at me, walked back and smoked six, and said with a straight face, "Don't thank me. This is the rule when newcomers come in. ”

"Just once."

I nodded.

Gorry took the money and turned around and walked to the staircase and stopped: "A word for you." ”

"You say."

"In the future, no matter what happens in Fang Zhou, remember one rule."

"Don't call the police."

I didn't touch any of the things Goli sent.

As soon as he walked on the front foot, I went out on the back foot.

I went to the big willow again.

Even if I know that Big Willow doesn't have a ghost market today, I'm still going to go.

Even though I knew very well in my heart that she was by no means a dishonest person, let alone an amnesiac person, I still had a glimmer of hope in my heart.

Maybe she's so busy that she remembers the wrong day.

Maybe she's doing a crucial study and can't take a break.

Still standing under the tree where she and I first met, waiting alone until dawn.

I still haven't waited for her!

It wasn't until after dawn that I got on the bus and went to Fangzhou.

The first and possibly the last day of your career has officially begun!

"Boy. Hold it. ”

The bald old man poked his huge head out and stopped me again: "Someone was looking for you yesterday afternoon." You kid, look at the hemp pole, rewind the peach blossoms, hey. ”

I froze: "Who's looking for me?" ”

Bald Lao Liang hehe Zhile, with a ridiculous tone: "Don't worry, without my consent, no one can get through this door." ”

I didn't answer, and the bald old man's fat pig face immediately collapsed.